In the quiet corners of a restless soul,
Where words dance like leaves in the breeze,
The echoes of Pablo’s verses softly roll,
Painting love’s portrait with delicate ease.

His pen became the heart’s gentle guide,
Through the labyrinth of longing and desire,
Each line a river flowing deep and wide,
Igniting the soul with its passionate fire.

Love, in his hands, was a blooming rose,
Petals unfurling in the warmth of the sun,
A symphony of emotions that he chose,
To weave into verses, one by one.

So let us wander through his timeless art,
Where every word is a tender embrace,
Pablo Neruda, the poet of the heart,
Whose love transcends both time and space.